The guy was self-absorbed, talking endlessly about himself without any interest in her. His jokes fell flat, and his condescending remarks made her cringe. When he insisted on ordering for her, choosing a salad, she felt insulted and boxed in.
Throughout the night, he peppered their conversation with outdated, sexist comments. He interrupted her repeatedly, dismissing her opinions with a casual wave. Amelia felt invisible, her excitement dwindling with each passing minute. The evening dragged, and she couldn’t wait to escape.